Rack City (Remix) Lyrics

[Wale:]
Who that on the pole? is she that on the pole?
Who that on the pole? is she that on the pole?
Who that on the pole? is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes
My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Rack, rack city shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, I'm a be here for a while
I'm a be up with them ounces, I'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government
Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, rack, rack city shit
She ain't right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas that they 26

[Hook:]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Fabolous:]
Silver emblem two black r's
Who's that in the nice black car
Autopsy came back the results are... cause of death? bars
Got a killa flow from the llama
Got a killa ho half columbiana half dominicana poke out from behind her
Work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceeee)
Black city bitch black out a old 3
California king kush black out from og
You made your death bed now lay in it
The end is here start saying it

[Young Jeezy:]
I'm in my other car,
'Bout to get my other car.
They like talk to em Young,
This a seminar.
Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears,
One duece six yeah that's all [?].
I got my other broad talkin to my other broad,
While I'm in the back talkin to my other broad.
OKAY!
Look like we gotta got a foursome.
Three bitches in my bed, 'bout four some'n.
Yeah see I let my nigga hit that,
Ya ain't done
See I let my nigga split that.
Shoe game bad yeah she might know some'n,
But if she wanna roll with me she gotta blow some'n.
Yeah you know it's just me and you tonight girl,
But if you bullshit I leave you with a white girl.
You know how we do it nigga [?].
A-Town, yeah, that's trap city.

[Hook:]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Tyga:]
[?]

[Meek Mill:]
Meek milly racked up racked out
And I be countin money till I pass out
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
And I be sayin somethin when I mash out
In the lambo lookin like a fly
I shine like suttin in the sky
These haters hope I hurry up and die
Cause my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye

[T.I.:]
[?]

[Hook:]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

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